FACE.
There's no art
To find the mind's construction in the face.
Macbeth, Act i. Sc. 4. SHAKESPEARE.
Your face, my thane, is a book where men
May read strange matters. To beguile the time,
Look like the time.
Macbeth, Act i. Sc 5. SHAKESPEARE.
Her face so faire, as flesh it seemed not,
But heavenly pourtraict of bright angels' hew,
Cleare as the skye withouten blame or blot,
Through goodly mixture of complexion's dew.
Faërie Queene, Canto III. E. SPENSER.
The light upon her face
Shines from the windows of another world.
Saints only have such faces.
Michael Angelo. H.W. LONGFELLOW.
Oh! could you view the melody
Of every grace,
And music of her face.
Orpheus to Beasts. R. LOVELACE.
A countenance more in sorrow than in anger.
Hamlet, Act i. Sc. 2. SHAKESPEARE.
In each cheek appears a pretty dimple;
Love made those hollows; if himself were slain,
He might be buried in a tomb so simple;
Foreknowing well, if there he came to lie,
Why, there Love lived and there he could not die.
Venus and Adonis. SHAKESPEARE.
There Affectation, with a sickly mien,
Shows in her cheek the roses of eighteen.
Rape of the Lock, Canto IV. A. POPE.
Sweet, pouting lips, whose color mocks the rose,
Rich, ripe, and teeming with the dew of bliss,—
The flower of love's forbidden fruit, which grows
Insidiously to tempt us with a kiss.
Tasso's Sonnets. R.H. WILDE.
Her face betokened all things dear and good,
The light of somewhat yet to come was there
Asleep, and waiting for the opening day.
Margaret in the Xebec. J. INGELOW.
Her face is like the Milky Way i' the sky,—
A meeting of gentle lights without a name.
Breunoralt. SIR J. SUCKLING.
A face with gladness overspread!
Soft smiles, by human kindness bred!
To a Highland Girl. W. WORDSWORTH.